We arrived at the naval base in Rota this afternoon to visit with our friends for a few days. They took us to a beach with a crazy inflatable playground way out in the water. Before I knew what was happening, my friend had paid for the four kids (their two teens and ours) to access it. I had to fill out a waiver for Max since she’s under 16.
I stared at the choppy sea and the playground bouncing on the waves, not quite believing that our kids would attempt it. Once they had their life jackets on, they headed into the surf, holding onto the rope as they paddled their way out.
The parents retreated to the bar as I prayed to the ocean, “Please don’t eat my babies.”
About an hour later, they were back, tired and hungry. Max said it made her seasick but was pretty fun.
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